Mister Fred is sitting atop a lavender throw pillow like the royalty that he wants to be tonight. Unfortunately, he is throwing me irritated "I'm-faking-this-sleep-thing-to-save-up-energy-to-keep-you-up-all-night-again" glances, so likely this pleasantry is all a ruse and a foreshadowing of the sleepless night that is to come.
Plus, he's so anti-fancy that any attempts to appear dignified don't really land convincingly:
A Chronicle of Cat Madness
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